If it glitters, and it's gold, that doesn't mean you should eat (or drink) it
The $1000 Brownie - I don't know about that.... If you go to Brulee: The Dessert Experience in Atlantic City, you can get such a thing. The description:
At Brulee, the dessert is a brownie with hazelnuts imported from Italy, topped with gold dust, served with a vintage port wine in a $750 Baccarat crystal atomizer that the dessert-eater gets to keep as a souvenir. Like the other offerings at the restaurant, it's served along with two other courses of dessert.
"Here's the idea," pastry chef Jemal Edwards told The Press of Atlantic City for Thursday's newspapers. "You have this beautiful atomizer (that's a perfume atomizer, BTW) filled with the finest port known to man. You take a bite of the brownie, and as the flavors are coating your palate, your partner squirts the port onto your tongue. The acidity and sweetness from the port are hitting your mouth at the same time."
What I found from watching the news clip on it was that the "partner" mentioned is actually an employee of the restaurant. Sorry, but I just don't want some stranger having that intimate a connection with my tongue while I'm in the middle of a bite of brownie. (I do believe that this restaurant has an intimate connection with the Baccarat Crystal Company. They have two more desserts served on expensive Baccarat crystal that you get to keep. What's up with that?)
The ABC News clip with John Pollock was pretty humorous, though it seems to me he bears a creepy resemblance to another John more famous on videotapes in the 80s.
My first thought was port wine with a brownie? EW WWWW!!! I knew it had to have some kind of gold applied to it, but turns out it's the wine and the souvenir atomizer that raise the price to a grand. I suppose here again, I'm showing my lack of sophistocation. The only knowledge I have of port is in O. Henry's story "The Last Leaf" - one of my all-time favorites, (I can't tell it without crying) and the port wine & cheddar cheese spread I like with crackers. LOL
"Just gimme some a dem dare cheeze n crackers, mmmmhmm."
Adding gold to any kind of edible is NOT going to entice me, after the Goldschlager incident. Yes, I drank too much in Atlanta, which is not something I've truly ever done until that point in my life, when I was darn well old enough to know better. I think sometimes God gives us those little lessons so that we'll keep ourselves on the straight and narrow.
The problem with that night wasn't that *I* chose to drink too much. (Although I'm not trying to throw off my 100% responsibility for my condition. It was definitely my fault.) The problem was that after a couple of drinks (which I was not used to) I lost sight of those stop signs which should have made me pause. I was getting nagged into drinking, and because I was drunk by this time, I didn't realize that I'd already gone waaaaay too far. I was just going to nurse a beer, if I remember correctly. Then somebody bought me a margarita, and then a shot of Goldschlager and nagged me into drinking it, and that was where the problem started.
The margarita was more than enough to finish me off, and I didn't realize it at the time (not exactly beer goggles, were they now?) but the shot was a double. I knew even at the time that those guys were trying to get me to leave with one of them, and in the back of my mind I was thinking "Am I so pathetic looking that I'm supposed to fall for such a shallow kind of flattery?" and I absolutely refused any attempts to get me to leave with anyone.
I remember that I drank 3 shots of Goldschlager (doubles, as I realize now) during this time, and at some point I remember kinda waking up with my head in my arms on the bar. I know that L and especially P wouldn't have let me leave with anyone even if I had vaguely acted like I wanted to, but I look back now and wonder why my usual good sense didn't tell me to just stop and drink some soda instead. I was so sloshed that someone could have walked off with my purse and I'd have been clueless.
Well, getting L back to the room was a nightmare for me and P. By then, I'd cleared my head quite a bit, but she was still rearing to go, and we practically had a fight on our hands with her. The next morning I had bruises all over my arms and on the tops of both of my feet (where she'd clumsily - and accidentally - stomped them, and I hadn't felt it quite so much at the time).
And I was so sick. I never got to feeling better all the way home and I threw up in the van (yay, heavy plastic shopping bag handy to catch the mess) and on the side of the road in northern Georgia. I also wound up changing clothes on the side of the highway, and though I wasn't paying attention, they told me that semi nearly ran off the road after passing us. LOL
I still feel really stupid about that. And there's the lesson. If you're going to drink, never drink more than you can hold in your mouth. Because there's always a price to pay, and it might not be as pleasant as the horrible sickness I went through.
Hmm... wasn't there a story in the Bible about some folks that made a golden calf to worship, and then when Moses came back down from the mountain and discovered them dancing around it, he had it ground down into little bits, and made them eat it on their food as a punishment?
At Brulee, the dessert is a brownie with hazelnuts imported from Italy, topped with gold dust, served with a vintage port wine in a $750 Baccarat crystal atomizer that the dessert-eater gets to keep as a souvenir. Like the other offerings at the restaurant, it's served along with two other courses of dessert.
"Here's the idea," pastry chef Jemal Edwards told The Press of Atlantic City for Thursday's newspapers. "You have this beautiful atomizer (that's a perfume atomizer, BTW) filled with the finest port known to man. You take a bite of the brownie, and as the flavors are coating your palate, your partner squirts the port onto your tongue. The acidity and sweetness from the port are hitting your mouth at the same time."
What I found from watching the news clip on it was that the "partner" mentioned is actually an employee of the restaurant. Sorry, but I just don't want some stranger having that intimate a connection with my tongue while I'm in the middle of a bite of brownie. (I do believe that this restaurant has an intimate connection with the Baccarat Crystal Company. They have two more desserts served on expensive Baccarat crystal that you get to keep. What's up with that?)
The ABC News clip with John Pollock was pretty humorous, though it seems to me he bears a creepy resemblance to another John more famous on videotapes in the 80s.
My first thought was port wine with a brownie? EW WWWW!!! I knew it had to have some kind of gold applied to it, but turns out it's the wine and the souvenir atomizer that raise the price to a grand. I suppose here again, I'm showing my lack of sophistocation. The only knowledge I have of port is in O. Henry's story "The Last Leaf" - one of my all-time favorites, (I can't tell it without crying) and the port wine & cheddar cheese spread I like with crackers. LOL
"Just gimme some a dem dare cheeze n crackers, mmmmhmm."
Adding gold to any kind of edible is NOT going to entice me, after the Goldschlager incident. Yes, I drank too much in Atlanta, which is not something I've truly ever done until that point in my life, when I was darn well old enough to know better. I think sometimes God gives us those little lessons so that we'll keep ourselves on the straight and narrow.
The problem with that night wasn't that *I* chose to drink too much. (Although I'm not trying to throw off my 100% responsibility for my condition. It was definitely my fault.) The problem was that after a couple of drinks (which I was not used to) I lost sight of those stop signs which should have made me pause. I was getting nagged into drinking, and because I was drunk by this time, I didn't realize that I'd already gone waaaaay too far. I was just going to nurse a beer, if I remember correctly. Then somebody bought me a margarita, and then a shot of Goldschlager and nagged me into drinking it, and that was where the problem started.
The margarita was more than enough to finish me off, and I didn't realize it at the time (not exactly beer goggles, were they now?) but the shot was a double. I knew even at the time that those guys were trying to get me to leave with one of them, and in the back of my mind I was thinking "Am I so pathetic looking that I'm supposed to fall for such a shallow kind of flattery?" and I absolutely refused any attempts to get me to leave with anyone.
I remember that I drank 3 shots of Goldschlager (doubles, as I realize now) during this time, and at some point I remember kinda waking up with my head in my arms on the bar. I know that L and especially P wouldn't have let me leave with anyone even if I had vaguely acted like I wanted to, but I look back now and wonder why my usual good sense didn't tell me to just stop and drink some soda instead. I was so sloshed that someone could have walked off with my purse and I'd have been clueless.
Well, getting L back to the room was a nightmare for me and P. By then, I'd cleared my head quite a bit, but she was still rearing to go, and we practically had a fight on our hands with her. The next morning I had bruises all over my arms and on the tops of both of my feet (where she'd clumsily - and accidentally - stomped them, and I hadn't felt it quite so much at the time).
And I was so sick. I never got to feeling better all the way home and I threw up in the van (yay, heavy plastic shopping bag handy to catch the mess) and on the side of the road in northern Georgia. I also wound up changing clothes on the side of the highway, and though I wasn't paying attention, they told me that semi nearly ran off the road after passing us. LOL
I still feel really stupid about that. And there's the lesson. If you're going to drink, never drink more than you can hold in your mouth. Because there's always a price to pay, and it might not be as pleasant as the horrible sickness I went through.
Hmm... wasn't there a story in the Bible about some folks that made a golden calf to worship, and then when Moses came back down from the mountain and discovered them dancing around it, he had it ground down into little bits, and made them eat it on their food as a punishment?
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